-This is a fan fiction story based on the New Vegas Brotherhood of Steel, yet prior to the events of the game.

Chapter 1- Untraceable

In the dark night of the Mojave Wasteland, a single man lay silent on a cliff. He scanned the horizon tirelessly, searching for movement, when a single bullet peirced his forehead - dead center. This man wasn't important, the sender of the bullet is.

Thomas looked through his binoculars to make sure his bullet had hit its mark, sure enough, it had. He was here on important matters, and he couldn't risk being seen. He placed his silenced marksman rifle on his back, using his sling. From this point, he could see the dim lights of Freeside, and the even brighter glow of New Vegas, that shone like a thousand fires. That however, would affect his task, he was to kill the target without engaging in combat with anyone, and that meant avoiding any light. He opened his pack and stowed away his binoculars, making sure it was cushioned by something, so it wouldn't make to much noise. Thomas looked a way ahead and spotted the town he was heading for, checking his silver watch, he noticed there were only a few hours left before the target would leave his home. "Time to pick up the pace." he whispered. Motioning behind himself, a young woman approaced him, she too was avoiding light, for they were both aiming to accomplish the same task. Both dressed in light combat armor, in a matte black stain, they were equipped to perform such tasks. "Rifle." Thomas ordered. The young woman quietly reached over and revealed a black hardcase, unbuckling the locks, several dark metal pieces were brought into view: a scope, a rifle, a stand and a barrel. She remove the parts from the case and swiftly assembled the instument that would deliver a deadly package. Taking the assembled rifle, he placed the rifle on the ground a few inches ahead and lay himself down. "Get the bike ready." he said, and the woman walked into a small cave and wheeled out a black motorcycle, along with a box of gasoline. "Ready." she whispered. Thomas positioned himself comfortably and checked his watch again, 2:29 a.m. In one minute, a man in a dark suit would leave the house closest to him and sit on his porch, drinking a glass of whiskey. He looked into the lense, and there he was, the man placed the glass on a small table and took a seat. Thomas had one shot, if he missed, the man would skip town, and they wouldn't be able to find him. One shot. He calculated the wind using the NCR flag in the center of the town. The man would only be there for another thirty seconds. Three. Two. One. He pulled the trigger and a fiery burst leapt from the barrel. The man's head spurted an amount of blood, and slumped back into his chair. "Now." He signalled and the young woman leapt onto the motorcycle. He packed the rifle hastily and pocketed the shell of the bullet. Jumping onto the back of the bike, they sped away into the night.

nice

Thanks.

Try breaking it up into paragraphs next time, makes reading easier.

Chapter 2-

After about a half an hour or so of riding, the woman stopped the bike. "Alright Tom, this is where I get off. I'm going back to California to become a Knight, keep contact?"

"Sure. See you Elizabeth."

"You don't need to call me that." Thomas shrugged. She got off the bike along with her pack and they waved each other farewell. He slid over into the driver seat and revved up the engine once more. A few more minutes, and he reached the Brotherhood fortification at an old Military base, just outside Las Vegas, on the outskirts of Nevada. A soldier in power armor stopped him, 'Lt. Herald' was inscribed in the chestplate of his armor. "ID?"

"Come on Jon, let me through." Thomas wasn't in the mood, everyone knew he was always forgetting his ID.

"Listen, you know I can't let you in without it."

"Long long Jon..." Thomas started.

"Okay okay, just never say that again." He waved for him to continue.

part 2 soon...perhaps...

Sorry, I'm too lazy right now.

brilliant! this is exactly the sort of fanfic we need around here...

Continuation of Chapter 2
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Thomas continued past the gate. The parking lot was filled with craters, one in particular was so large, there were mangled pipes from the pre-war sewage system protruding from the soil. The building itself was not much better. Gaps in the walls had been hastily patched with iron, steel, concrete slabs, destroyed cars, and other assorted scrap. Leaning his motorcycle on a concrete pillar, he stopped in front of the entrance. A heavy, grimy steel door was acting as a door. An intercom beside it crackled to life. "Password." Thomas froze. He had a habit of forgetting the password, which was changed every month. He had written it down on a note in his PDA, but had forgotten it on his desk in the morning. "Uhhh...Knight Grave here, forgot the password." The man on the other side paused. "Do you have it written down?"

Thomas sighed, things like this always happenned to him. "No. Can I use my holotag as a keycard or something?"
"One second, I'll check." He could hear shuffling in the background. Papers were being crumpled, and folders were being opened. "Yeah, just throw them into the drop box." Thomas threw his holotag into the dropbox below the intercom. "Alright...Grave, H. Thomas. What's the 'H' stand for?" The doors slid open loudly. "None of your buisness." He replied cooly.

The entrance room was stuffy and hot, and there were several Brotherhood soldiers preparing their gear, presumably heading on a patrol soon. "Here's your holotag. And remember the password next time, makes my life easier."

"I'll remember that." Thomas headed for the Knight Captain's office. He had to deliver a whole report to the Knight Captain before he could get something to eat. He stopped at a wooden door bearing a metal plaque saying "Knight Captain Kyle Philip Morris". He knocked on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Knight Grave. About the mission." The door opened, and he caught a glimpse of the Knight Captain walking back to his seat. "Take a seat, soldier." Thomas sat into one of the two red armchairs. The Knight Captain had also taken a seat and had begun to type on a small laptop, but then smashed his fist on the desk. "God dammit! This piece of [censored] keeps [censored] freezing!"

"Anyway, Knight Thomas H. Graves. Never seen you before, this your first big mission?"

"That's true." Thomas shifted nervously in his chair. "Became Knighted last August."

"It's pretty damn hot in August, I assume you were trained at that time. Back to the mission, is he dead?"

"Yes, sir. NCR General Lee Yung is dead, one bullet, no witnesses, although some people may have heard the gunshot."

"That's quite alright, son." He typed something into the computer, not looking at Thomas. "Got a new mission for you, if you're up to it."

"Yes, sir."

"That's what I like to hear, now, I need you to give sniper support for a mission near the southern tip of Nevada." He paused and gave a stern, serious look. "This is a serious job, if you don't think you can handle it, back out. Can you do it?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"That's what I like to hear! Now, go see the armorer, I'm sure he'll have some special gear put aside for you."

Thomas continued to leave the room and went straight for his room. The cramped, almost a closet room, was so small, the only two things in it were a small table and a bed. The bed could be folded away for extra space. He threw himself on the mattres and forced himself to sleep.


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Thomas woke with a start, he was being shaked by one of his friends, Markus. "What...what time is it?"

"It's past nine." He gave an annoyed look. "Oh [censored]..."

"Yeah 'oh [censored]', we gotta leave for our mission in thirty minutes, go get your gear."

"We're in the same team?" But Markus was miles ahead of him, he was already rushing out of the room. Thomas followed him down the stairs to the first floor again, but headed the other way, towards the armory. Thomas walked past the crowds of Brotherhood personnel, and saw the armory door ahead. Throwing the door open, he saw the armorer, Knight Leo. He was a small man, but was fast and had extraordinary reflexes, making him a valuable soldier. "Well, look who finally woke up -"

"Look Leo, I don't have time..." he panted. "Debrief...thirty minutes...wasting...time..."

"Here, I'll get your stuff." Leo turned around and pulled out a Bozar, a renowned sniper rifle, because of the fact it was also automatic. He placed it on the table, along with several clips. He wasn't done yet, he went into a room near the back of the armory, and came back out with a light, metal armor. "What's that?" Thomas asked. "Your new best friend." The armor was something similar to power armor, yet lighter, and seemed to have been up armored in specific places, like the left arm. "It's an armor the scribes found in this base a while back. It's supposed to be a kind of specialised armor for snipers. It's got more armor on the left shoulder so you got more protection while you're taking shots. Well, here you go. Keep in mind it isn't really 'light' armor. It is kinda heavy, but whatever." Thomas took the armor and sat down to prepare.

He finished suiting up in the armor and headed toward the debriefing room. The whole squad was there already. Knight Captain Kyle Morris was already at the head of the table, smoking a cigar. "Decided to show up did you?" Thomas ignored him and took his seat next to Markus. "Alright, listen up, and listen good. There's been reports of guys just like us, gathering tech, wearing power armor and all that stuff. We've been told they ARE NOT US. Your mission is to check out who these immitaters are, and if they're no good, find out how to break them. Do not engage, unless threatened." He pulled his cigar out of his mouth and his expression turned grave. "If this is something serious, we need to stop it before it turns into another Enclave."

"God help us all."

The group was almost ready to leave, the military hummer they were planning to travel in was almost done being repaired. Then, suddenly, the leader of the group, Oliver Grant spoke out. "Alright people, get ready to leave." he was a large, muscular man that was usually behind a large weapon, and when he wasn't, he was sleeping. The team had been ready to leave already, but they left their spots and headed to cram themselves into the hummer. The doors clamped shut and Markus jumped into the gunner seat. The sun continued to rise higher, and the vehicle sped away into the desert.

About an hour later, the cabin of the hummer was still silent."So...anyone thinkin' about those kooks playing Brotherhood?" Harley, the only woman on their team said, obviously trying to break the silence. "They're probably some random people who found some tech. They might have just thought we had the right idea." It was Oliver who spoke this time. There was a long pause.

"Maybe they used to be with us." Thomas had taken everyone aback. No one "left" the Brotherhood. The only case of that was the rogue D.C. detatchment, which had devoted itself to helping the people there, instead of performing their rightful mission. "What're you saying? If they used to be with us, we would have some record, wouldn't we?" Harley was looking around for supporters. "Yeah, I mean, we would have at least have something on the holotapes back at California." Oliver said. The rest of the trip was silent until Oliver stopped the car. "This is it." he said blandly. He was looking at something on his side. "You guys see this?" it was Markus, he too was apparently seeing it. Everyone left the car. There were gasps, and breaths of disbelief. It was a large canyon, bigger than any other he had ever seen in his life. "It's...it's the Grand Canyon." said Harley. "The what?"

"The Grand Canyon. In pre-war times, this place was a tourist attraction, I saw it on a postcard. Didn't think it was this big." There was a smirk and then a loud laugh.

"That's what she said." Markus was laughing histeriacally.

"Immature brat..." Harley muttered under her breath.

"That's what she said.." :lmao:

gotta luv the classics

Really nice reading so far.

Why thank you kind sir (or madame). I intended that...

Anyways, thanks. I did make quite a few typos and mistakes, but I think it turned out quite well. I may add the next chapter tommorrow, if school is forgiving (Yeah right..). Need to play more New Vegas, get a feel for the setting, even though it takes place outside the game's setting. Haven't even finished a single file.

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Chapter 4======
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"Freeze." The voice took them all by surprise. Turning around, the team saw several people dressed in T-51b power armor, but with an emblem none of them could recognise. The group of strangers were still pointing their guns at them. "Drop your weapons or we will shoot. Take off your helmets too." They did as he told them. "Good, good..." the man trailed off as one of the others approached him and told him something. "Really? Are you sure? I would've just killed them here."

"Alright, Brotherhood soldiers, this way. By the way, don't try anthing, I'm afraid you'll find our pulse rifles fully operational..." Thomas looked towards the unknown soldiers, who were, surprisingly, actually carrying pulse rifles. The Brotherhood team followed them, and after a long period of time, reached a small shack, with a sign labelled: "Gift Shop"

The group opened the door and revealed a small, musty cabin room, with shelves that were still supporting worthless souvenirs from before the war. One of the soldiers walked toward the cash register and pushed a button, causing a segment of the wall to open, revealing a small staircase, with an armored metal door on the end. The group proceeded down, prisoners in tow, and paused in front of the door. A speaker crackled to life. "Opening inner door." and the door clanked loudly, opening it. They continued past the door and there were possibly hundreds of men, in full power armor, scattered around the large room. The center was outfitted with a banner bearing the words, "From the fires of the war, we emerge." and below it, the emblem he had seen prior, on the shoulders, and chests of the soldiers' armor. It was a white circle, with a sword laying on it, hilt up, with wings sprouting from its sides. Markus spoke up, "What is this - " but he was cut off by the leader, who told him to be quiet until they were told.

Several minutes later, they had been thrown into a room, without their armor, and given a small ration of water and food. "So who do you think these people are?" said Harley.

"I dunno, but they got enough power armor to beat the NCR single-handedly." said Oliver. The door opened, and a power armored soldier stepped in, without his helmet. The man had a square jaw, and very much resemble a former governor of California. He had short brown hair, and had nine o' clock shadow. "Alright. Brotherhood soldiers, are we?" The man's eyes were fixed on Thomas.

"Yep. Looking for you." It was Markus who said this. "Looking for us? Why, that's quite impossible, see, we left after faking our deaths during a mission, we were presumed dead, as our informant had told us. Anyways, I am assuming you have no idea who we are, correct?"

"Yes, but, we were sent here to look for you. We were told to find out who you were and what you were doing." Harley had taken the others aback. No one gave out information on their mission to outsiders.

"Hmm...well, we did appear several times with our logo very noticable."

"Not now! Who are you people?" Markus had lost his temper.

"Well, we used to rok for the Brotherhood ourselves, but weren't too keen on the rules. We believed outsiders had just as much potential as us, and they just needed a chance. Let me tell you our story..."


"See, we were given this very dangerous mission, that everyone else thought was simply suicide. We took the mission, seeing as it was a perfect time to escape. We set out, and used our friendships in the Brootherhood to nab some extra gear, for others who might want to join our cause. We later found this bunker, and saw it was the perfect place. We found a small settlement that was being attacked constantly by raiders, and mutants, and asked them to join us. After a few days of work at clearing some rubble, we found power armor. Loads of it. We hadn't expected this, but set to work at giving the villagers, who had battle experiance, the proper training. We eventually abandoned the town and came here. The place is huge by the way. After a few months of not much, we found a warehouse that we suspected had laser weaponry, and went to check it out. Now here's the bad news, Enclave. They had tried to stay hidden, but after a bit they would do some patrols. They're just a remnant, but they are Enclave. They have Advanced power armor, the mark II model, and even pulse rifles. We found out they were trying to repair a couple tanks that had been there for storage purposes, but the Enclave knew what they could do with it. We've found out that they're no small bit of the old army, they're half of it. They left by order of their president before that 'Vault Dweller' guy destroyed their oil rig."

"They knew something was going to happen though, so they stayed there, instead of helping out. Biding their time. And now, they know it's almost time. We can't tell the Brotherhood because they wouldn't help us, we need to do this."

"We are The Division"

Facing a crisis here people! I need YOU! To help me make a name for this new Brotherhood!

By the way people, when you vote, post the FULL NAME. So if I voted for Brotherhood.

I could post, "Brotherhood of Sovereign"

But please, include something other than that, like a "nice job" or something.

Thank You!

Good story idea and plot, but honestly, Anti-Enclave much? I'm getting sick of people villainizing them. I'm trying to do good work by shedding some good light on them, then other people come along and start to make redundant stories on the evil government Nazi's from the Retro future. It's tiring. Something NEW would be nice. I don't know, try and find an unique villian.

Examples:

Crazy Scientist decides to try and convert the Brotherhood (Insert Name) protected town into an FEV playground.

Ghoul refugee's from the Glow/Necropolis are swarming into the town by the dozens.

Victor Presper's followers are attempting to overtake the Brotherhood Bunker. ( Check up http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Presper )

Honestly though, stop milking the Enclave badz-guyz idea folks.

Buddy, your pages are too short. But the story is good so far. Perhaps we can talk in PM's.

I am a fan of the Enclave, and trust me, they aren't as bad as the story cuts them out to be so far, later, there will be a twist of epic proportions.


UPDATE!

The Brotherhood Splinter group will now be called: The Division

I have decided not to use any of the group titles included in the poll from earlier...

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Thomas edged closer to the edge of the cliff. Why had he even decided to do this? Was it his daring personality? Was it his heroism that got the better of him? No, it was curiosity. That one, unwanted part of him he wished had never awoken in him. He pushed his rifle farther from his body, and settled it on its bipod. He peered through the lens of the long, slender scope and was surprised to see that the entire area surrounding the warehouse was empty, and his comrades were still walking towards it. Was it a trap? Did they know they were there? "No, they can't know..." he said to himself. "Can't we?" said a voice from behind him. Thomas rolled onto his back and saw two fully armored Enclave soldiers standing with their guns at the ready. One of them bent over and picked him up. "What, you're gonna kill me?" he asked stupidly. "Kill you? My god...no!" but quite ironically, the man pulled out a device with an appearance resembling a taser, and jabbed it into Thomas's neck, and he passed out.

When Thomas awoke, he saw a cold, concrete floor. "Not again..." He was most likely, in another interrogation room. This one was brandished with a bed, and a table in the center of the room. There were chairs on either side of it. "How thoughtful, they let me sleep on the ground, and not the bed." The door slid open. "Good morning, I expect you found -" the man paused, seeing Thomas lying on the ground. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you see, the bed can only be so comfortable, thought I'd try out the ground. It really is quite soft." said Thomas sarcastically. "Well, on the contrary, what were you doing, overlooking our warehouse like that?"

"None of your buisness." The man slammed his power armored fist on the table, denting it. "God dammit, tell me! Why the [censored] does everyone think we're some kind of resurrection of the Nazis?!"

"Well, you could try not shooting at random people." said Thomas calmly. "Oh, well that could be something, except for the fact that we've been ALONE here for a couple decades now."

"Then why are you here? Sight-seeing?" said Thomas. The man laughed at this. "What is there to see? A destroyed world? The Enclave's goal was to FIX the wasteland, and everyone just ASSUMES we want to kill them!"

"Well, you did kill innocent wastelanders!"

"But for a good cause! Did the loss of soldiers in a war hinder the purpose? No. Killing mutations means fixing the mistakes! We could've freed generations from the hell the live now! You could have been living in a forest! But no! You decide that your wasteland is too good for redemption? What is that?! Now, answer me. What were you doing?"

"No." Thomas answered flatly. "But why not? We haven't done anything wrong to you."

"Was it those Brotherhood soldiers who holed up in the bunker near the Grand Canyon? They sent you, didn't they?"

Thomas crossed his arms. "Maybe." A smile spread across the soldier's face. "I knew it. I knew they were up to no good. They've been planning an attack since they got here. Listen to me, and listen closely." His expression darkened.

"They are not who they say they are."

To be continued....

Alright, so far I've seen drastic improvement in this chapter, although the dialogue is a bit clunky, but still good. ( It happens to me more than I'd like to think, don't take offense when I say chunky.) I'd still like to see how the Enclave play out in this whole plot. I'll be watching. :ninja: